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  • The end of the Advil bottle

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    Grief is all about the little things that catch you completely off guard and hit you like a punch, leaving you breathless. How could I possibly cry just by looking at a bottle of Advil? It happened more often than I wish it did. So, here is the story about that: This topic has not…

  • The chess usernames

    My father played chess. I play chess. Ever since I was a little girl, I have this memory of my dad’s chess board. It was wood on the bottom and painted black and white on top, with the usual chess markings. The pieces were also made of wood—the wood color set and the black one.…

  • 13,228 Days

    There were 13,228 days from the moment I opened my eyes to the moment he closed his. He was 30 when I was born and lived another 36 years having me in his life. If life grants me another 13,228 days, this time without him, I will be 72 years old and I don’t think…